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Can haz crit? Please? As a note: Kanda Yuu of D.Gray-man fame, manga chapter 184. updated to chapter 189, as of Dec. 2!

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[much running and heavy breathing is done by all]

...guess... didn't see that one coming.

[PANT, HEAVE, BREATHE, KANDA, BREATHE]

Got nothing against... against madmen - bastard, going for the shoulder - but this one won't let me sleep.

One night's board, I'll pay, if you don't take bald freaks too - tchhhhhhh, better off before he's back on the run ---

[ooc: note to Kanda - never piss off senior Exorcists. Running / hiding around the City, feel free to knock into him. Please assume that all replies come in with lags, he can't talk and run that well XD]

... did that stalker move my hole?

I wasn't going to go back in.

[ooc: ...hole kiddy!curse XDDD Will... probably be likelier to respond to "Yuu" currently /)_= ]

YOU - all of you - I HATE YOUR FACES.

And your damned useless legs, your hands, and your big bellies. And the whining. I hate the whining.

[ooc: because Kanda does not discriminate :( v]

[a small shovel can be seen digging into dirt, tired puffing in the background]

Find a hobby, the idiot says, find a -

[pause, then the camera is shifted suddenly to greenery]

Heh... guess you'll give whatever you can, no matter the season. Desperate mongrel, aren't you?



Whatever. You don't die easily. Should've... should've planted the whole garden with you, bloody nuisance. Should've called you Beansprout, because you don't lay your head down and just die already, when you should -


[ooc: ...because there's been too much srs bsnss recently the databook assures us his special hobby is, um. Gardening. :( v Photo from here!]

[ camera flickers on-and-off, then the image stills on the device's owner, who's settled on the street, back propped against the fountain basin, and staring down calmly. He palms his temple slowly.]

It...

[fingers come away with fresh blood that dabs his cheek, lips, and nose, as the hand slips awkwardly. He stares at it in wonder, once it's on his lap and within his vision range.]

...it reeks.


[ooc: back into the City! falling onto the sidewalk when popping in + recent canon concussion + emotional turmoil of doom = uncertain balance, and, um, might not recognize people straight off XD; post and/or action, anything goes. POKE GENTLY.]

[very... mumbled...]

Push a bloody button.

You stupid?

It's how he - how it always starts. Cut some stupid deal, then someone else has to clean up for you. Waste. What a... what a waste.

You don't get something without giving. It's how it is.

...whatever. Want to know how many idiots are... gone. Or bloodied. Or... hell with it. Boxed. I'm sick of waiting.




[ooc: in which this resembles the Earl's deals too much and is totally turning into an Exorcist investigation. Ahem. ]

...how many dead?


Recently.



[ooc: BECAUSE HE GOT NAGGED ABOUT NOT DOING HIS JOB WHAT IS THIS X( ]

...say. If you cut them down on the street, do their corpses stay, come morning?

It'd - it'd reek.



[ooc: Bombs awaaaaaaaay! Please no... explicitly 188 stuff, sob.]

Forget it: this won't be more pathetic whining about wanting home, or wanting to see people, or - tchhhhhhhhh, know what I want? Must think you do. All of you must think you know what's in my head, because you go out of your way to say so.

Nuisances, how it goes is simple: go in, kill, bind your calluses. Take up a sword for more than a week, you get calluses, and bruises - scars. You can see them. The skin changes, and it won't hurt next time you've got to pick up steel and do what the hell it takes to be the one walking out alive.

...or you can wish you were that lucky. You wish the skin'd ever tear, or the bones'd get used to it, or every joint and finger would get used to it, or - or - ...you wish. You can wish all you want that it'll get over it and stop hurting.

Deal with it. You're an animal. A stupid one that can't pull it together and eat off its dumb limbs, like a mouse. Worse than a rodent... hah. That's the Exorcist way, that's what it means to be damned special: you're worse than a rodent.

[ooc: no inner monologue. Because sometimes awesome healing can be a bitch :(]

Yo, City, I'm happy for... you... like hell I am... and I'm going to let you finish tch, you've got nothing worth saying anyway, but Marie's the gentlest kiddy-touching blind giant freak of all time.

[. . . ]

OF ALL TIME. AS IF I KNOW ANY OTHER -



[ooc: 'jack. 'JACK AWAY. ]

[clip...clip...]

Don't even know if it'll stay cut, you idiot. I don't - I don't look. What's it matter, anyway? It's... only that man who'd care.

[VERY DETERMINED CLIP]

Whatever. It's done, so take your slimy, pathetically long things away from me, and burn it. There're... witches around here. Says the Blair woman.

[clip; chuckle]

Hoot-hoot... tch, witches. Just stab their damned owls, and it's over. Snake women, cut up women, poisoned women, women, women, women. They can't even do anything, but every whining woman's a pain.


[ooc: ...SO LIKE. I have no clue whether his healing extends to never having split ends ever, because I GUESS split ends count as a... disease... o_o Canon, slap me not for this. ANYWAY, he's chopped his hair ends, which probably hardly looks too great, but should shut up his homie.]

[dripping background noise for a few moments, with uneven, obscure camera shots, until a light source is brought closer]

Dust, grime, water and -

[sound of an abrupt fall, then a water splash, and wet cloth ripping; he slipped on - ]

- ...rats. They're dead. They're all bloody dead here. There's nothing else. There should've been - nothing's even prowling.


[ooc: IN UR SEWERS, LOOKING FOR INEXISTENT AKUMA. Totally lost in the pipe area by the prison. Also, if anyone wants to fall on find him while they make their prison escape, go for it - he won't be getting into the prison, alas. Picture from Jorg Dickmann @ flickr.com :D]

[camera falls on a fairy pinned to a pole with needles poking through its hands and legs. Quite a few indigo coins and bloodied teeth keep getting thrown at its chest and head.]

Got nothing more? Heh. Not how we’re playing it. I hate - I hate you things that won’t bleed back for me.

Scream, writhe, make it even, you took my –

[kachiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, another tooth just fell, and it takes the way of every other one, hitting the fairy straight in the jaw]

Tchhhhhhhhh, fine, take it, son of a bi – you’ve earned your damned life, you can keep it.

[the needles are removed by bloodied fingers, and the fairy falls]


[ooc: hot healing = his teeth keep paaainfuly growing back (with all the gum itching involved), which attracts more fairies YAY! FREE ALL YOU CAN EAT BUFFET!, so he’s started abusing them to hopefully deter the legions. Call... PETA...]

It’s.

It’s nice and sunny outside.

Warm. Flowers. Lotu -

...

.........

...

♥


[ooc: Oh my God, it burns. Anti-angst day. Except cheerful, happy death threats and more heart signs than the Earl has in his arsenal :D]

[slight deadpan]

...whining, screeching, whimpering over something like this - shut up, all of you. This isn't - this. It doesn't last. Deal with it..

[a sudden, muffled slam, then a light hisss]

Marie. We're going under. I want to see that - tchhhhhhh - thing -

[and the whoosh of something getting picked up, tipped over, then slammed back down.]

- if it's ticking in my skull.


[ooc: Kanda's guide to staying up like a boss after 40 hours - stab the side of your arm with a small knife when you start to doze, and down more green tea than humanly possible. Fast healing is just that convenient. ]

Ma- ...Mar...tel...?

Heh.

You. Idiot. Pathetic little akuma, aren't you? That thing and her screeching aren't here.

Tchhhhhhh. Have it your way, small fry. You know what this cross looks like.

Find me - forget it. I'm finding you first.


[ooc: ...totally thinks the Martel akuma got dragged into the City from blissful unlife and is now busily copying everyone's look → doubles. 4th wall if you'd like? :D Doubles and troubles welcome, just please no specific mentions about the lotus / akuma experiments / Kanda's childhood, orz, muddy water is muddy ;o;]

[camera flickers while the device is thrown away for a moment, then focuses on the carousel at some distance, and a very fast black blur of something that keeps hitting it and getting zapped back by an invisible barrier. Cue electricity, muttering, heavy breathing, rinse, repeat.]

Pathetic, useless, cursed freak, shouldn't talk, shouldn't touch, shouldn't breathe. The hell do they know - midget woman, like you’d have eyes to tell with him, you don’t even fight, all you do is steal -

[static electricity, clash, sound of something heavy getting thrown off]

Brat and Chan and Komui, whining, whining, whining, you don’t have mouths to say it? Fine, I’ll say it for you, it’s burning on all your tongues, isn't it, cowards: damn you, Lenalee Lee, scurrying off like a – like a – like a rat that doesn’t – doesn’t -

[hit; zapped.]

Marie – why the hell aren’t we moving, you bloody oaf, you getting cozy here, aren’t you, like the rest of them! Said we were leaving, so we’re – we’re - I’m -

[hit, zapped, hisssssssssss]

- tchhhhhhhhhhh, whatever, stay here. You people waiting in your bloody cages, I’m sick of you in this City, sick of your excuses, sick of – give way already - sick of – si... kah... hah.. hah...

[...and Duracell!Kanda stops, settling down by the carousel, a bit on the battered and exhausted side.]

Curse you to... hell... and back. Didn't... work.


[ooc: Too many new arrivals / departures / events = steam to blow off ._.v! He’ll have done NO DAMAGE to the carousel, courtesy of its barriers. Mod-approved!]

[rushed breathing, fumbling]

Hold sti – ...ah – tchhhhhhh, just hold -

[...and the very telling sound of a human body hitting water, splashing everywhere. Footage interrupted by the occasional water wave hitting the discarded network device, which resumes voice some moments after]



[coughing out water]

Kehhhh – misogi, hah...there's nothing to purify.

[ ooc: he was checking out a lotus pond in Xanadu, fell into it. Birthday boy’s calm today, possibly because he’s slightly apprehensive that he’s fought to live this far. Just as possibly keeping one of the flowers in that lotus field. Picture from Anne Peng @ flickr. Voice replies or action spam if on Xanadu = go /o/]

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...I need the golem looked at. Its screen got... whatever. Fix it.

There's too much noise for so many corpses. How many of you eyesores croaked last week? Never mind. If you touched that bloody hair, you're talking. Now.

[long pause is long... until he remembers something. Something important.]

Plague. Brat. Idiot. Oaf. Lenalee. I found a Jerry. Use him wisely.


[ooc: "golem" = his network device; private tag = text, hackable slow learning how to work the code, he is. Links not ic! ]